This is a song about "Money shit"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Now you also talk shit about money

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Took me mighty long to get here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Drink some shit, money blows,

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit